The idea of hundreds or thousands of gods springing forth anywhere, especially somewhere with access to the Nexus is an indescribably terrifying thought. They would make such a mess of his work in Winter, and of his life outside of Winter. Or at the very least he would have unleashed a scourge upon Loki's world. To say nothing of if some of them turned out to be cruel, or even attuned to the Nexus.

Not that he could stop Loki even if he wanted to. As a human he has next to no power, and as a spirit he has more important matters to focus on. That only makes his relief more palpable when Loki laughs.

No, he's not happy he's being laughed at, but his shoulders still sag with relief, even as he glowers, returning to work on his coat. "Anything you show interest in I'm sure means you feel capable of handling. I'm glad to hear that isn't making a god army."